Saturday, September 1, 2007

chasing a dream with a clam

  • i finally understood why corporate people get so prissy on most days of their lives. they drown themselves with a bucket of booze almost every weekend and have almost nothing to talk about except crap - crappy topics and inside jokes that perpetually end up with sex. so folks, when confronted by this inevitable circumstance, remember that those people are just plain work horses and are just making even the most godforsaken, ridiculous stories their escape route towards a more peaceful, relaxed weekend. (which is not exactly an advantage for people like me who have a semi low tolerance for these kinds.)
  • swimmin', wimmin', chillin', sleepin' are my plans for this quick weekend! oh well.
  • tell me please, please. why oh why do i even bother? i seriously need a dermatologist for a long, overdue rejuvenation.
  • indeed, life has a funny way of sneaking up on you. just when you thought you're done with your past mistakes, someone trots along and slaps you the cold, hard truth on your face...and you find yourself smack-dab in the dubious, way, way confused state of mind again (even the most annoying ones find out). clinical is beyond understatement for me...
  • to be cont...

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